These _hombres_ are altogether too free with firearms, anyway.

Better feed that lad there with you a few more meals a day; looks as if he could use them." Bryant laughed.
"Dave's a little lean, but he's all there.

Looks don't count, do they, partner ?" "I do the best I can," Dave responded, solemnly.
"Not at meal-time, I reckon," the sheriff said.

"Feed up and get fat.
A kid like you has no business having so many joints and bones sticking out." "I been through a hard winter last winter, and this spring, too, till Mr.Bryant picked me up." "How's that ?" the horseman inquired.
"My mother died at Kennard.

I didn't get on very well after that; not much there for a boy to work at.